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Apr. 10th, 2003 03:52 amThe last couple dozen days have passed in a dissipated timeline. I'd say that I've learned a lot, but nothing has presented itself that I didn't already know. I am whole. I hate melodrama, so the details are vague and self-assurance is a suit worn until it fits. Perpetual self-analysis has been stifled by an all-consuming work schedule with fiction and music filling in the remaining cracks and lulls. So I have not a lot to talk about that isn't either unorganized and wordy or an observational commentary on fiction or work. There are catalysts and constants that I choose not to apply to the control, while I feel whole.
"...the way to end a poem
like this
is to become suddenly
quiet." - the Big Bukowski.
...and
I hate melodrama as well...but sometimes a fake mustache is exactly what we all need...
Date: 2003-04-10 06:16 am (UTC)Also:
What's wrong with an occasionally "unorganized and wordy or...observational commentary" on anything? You just denounced a majority of my journal.
ixnay the wishing for more wishes.
Date: 2003-04-10 06:53 am (UTC)Nothing is wrong with the "unorganized and wordy or...observational commentary", but I've needed validation soley from myself.
I hope your address is the same, I *finally* mailed you that pound of crack cocaine and some of my nose booglies.
Re: ixnay the wishing for more wishes.
Date: 2003-04-10 07:24 am (UTC)I've been meaning to take up crack.
Heroin is SOOOOOOO early Nineties.
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Date: 2003-04-10 02:48 pm (UTC)(no subject)